Category: The Girl

My life is a literal constant carousel of things my children want me to watch. “Just look at these meme,” the littlest one says. “Read this chart — those are my math grades. And this one. It shows how the Packers are going to make the playoffs,” the middlest one…

I may have mentioned once — read: four thousand times — that Emily is graduating high school in June. {YOU GUYS, EMILY IS GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL HOLD ME} Because of this, many things are happening. Thing the first: I need to come to terms with the fact and I, in…

We’ve taken to calling Emily Tiny Mouse. It’s just one of those sticky things, the same way Isabella became Bootsie years and years ago and I can’t actually remember the last time I called her anything but Bootsie and when I hear others refer to her as Bella or even…

I don’t claim to be a master in the kitchen. (A master chef, if you will). I can hold my own, and I make a mean béchamel sauce. Mostly, though, my positive culinary experiences are due to the result of good timing, a good sense of humor, and good adaptability…

We all laughed when Emily took the “What career am I best suited for?” test at school and her results told her she’d make a fine upholsterer or taxidermist. “Pollster?” I said, almost mildly hopeful. “No Mama, you know, someone who covers couches.” “Dream big, my love. Dream big!” Not…

This morning Emily had a 10:30 start at school. This meant that she got to sleep in. At 10am I walked past her room and though, hmmm, it’s weird that I haven’t seen her. Usually in the mornings she’s in my closet searching for clothes and in my kitchen searching…